Descendants of Beijing aristocratic families × Chinese-Dutch mixed-race transfer students
17-year-old Dongyu had a dream.
The air in the dream was filled with the smell of moist earth. She stood alone on a track with no end in sight. She shouted as she walked, trying to find traces of human beings in this gray-white world, but her voice seemed to be sucked into a sponge and had no echo.
Gusts of wind stirred up gravel, clouds swallowed up the sun, shadows moved from in front of him to behind him, and the frequency of his breathing completely coincided with his footsteps.
Then, a hole seemed to be torn in the sky, and the sun was shining straight down, blasting white on her retinas. She stood in the middle of the boiling arena, with waves of sound coming from all directions like a tide, and the Koenigsegg in her memory stopped steadily in front of her.
The car door swings upward, and the person in the driver's seat steps on the edge of the seat with one foot and gets out of the car. The familiar unruly red hair explodes in the wind.
The man turned his face, his eyebrows frowning slightly as he was illuminated by the bright light.
Dongyu wanted to step forward and pull him, but he seemed to be nailed to the current time and space coordinates. It was a strange feeling. She could feel her heart beating loudly in her eardrums, and she could feel the slight numbness of electricity in her fingertips, but her body could not move.
Until the phone slipped from the palm of his hand, and the sound of hitting the ground was completely drowned out.
She found herself back in the audience.
The crowd around her was surging, and through the cauldron, she caught sight of the person in the distance. The person seemed to have been looking at her, and all the sounds were suddenly withdrawn, separated by the deafening roar.
One day when he was 21 years old, Dongyu was awakened by a nightmare. When he suddenly opened his eyes, the dream instantly receded like a tide.
She lay flat in the middle of the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time without moving. Cold sweat stuck the cotton pajamas to his back, and the coolness slowly seeped in.
There was only a slight buzz from the air conditioner outlet in the huge room.
Purpose: Enjoy your dazzling life